Battle Hymn Of The Republic

Battle Hymn Of The Republic - David Phelps

Written by：Julia Ward Howe

Mine eyes have seen the glory

Of the coming of the lord

He is trampling out the vintage

Where the grapes of wrath are stored

He has loosed the fateful lightening

Of his terrible swift sword

His truth is marching on

Glory glory hallelujah

Glory glory hallelujah

Glory glory hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Glory glory hallelujah

Glory glory hallelujah

I have seen it

He has sounded form the trumpet

That shall never call retreat

He is sifting out the hearts of men

Before his judgment seat

Oh be swift my soul

To answer him be jubilant my feet

Our god is marching on

In the beauty of the lilies

Christ was born across the sea

With a glory in his bosom

That transfigures you and me

As he died to make men holy

Let us live to make men free

While god is marching on

Glory glory hallelujah

Glory glory hallelujah hallelujah

Glory hallelujah hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Glory hallelujah

Glory glory hallelujah

Hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Marching on marching on marching on

Hallelujah

Marching

On